Beneath the night sky, Stony Slope fell quiet again.
Yi Yang crouched at the edge of the pit. After taking care of everything, he did not leave immediately.
He swept the surroundings with his powerful mental power, confirming that no one else was there.
Apart from a few nocturnal insects crawling through the grass and the sound of some unknown dead branch snapping under the night wind, there were no other signs of life on the slope.
Yi Yang stood, brushed the dirt from his knees, and rubbed Tiger Roar against the grass. The blood did not come entirely clean. Forget it-he would wrap it up first.
On his way back from the rocky gully, he deliberately slowed his steps. Astral force had torn a hole in his outer robe at the right shoulder, exposing the Black Black-Iron Soft Armor beneath. Combined with the dust covering him, he looked as though he really had endured a bitter battle.
He reviewed everything in his mind, confirming his current condition:
His True Astral Realm cultivation was concealed. To anyone else, he now appeared to be at third inner qi completion.
As for the Mountain-Walking Heroic Peak Art manual, he kept it against his chest. It was not particularly thick, taking up about two fingers' width.
As Yi Yang walked, he suddenly found it a little funny.
Before coming here, Xue Muci had spent years preparing, buying intelligence, scouting locations, and waiting for his chance. After all that effort, he had ended up delivering Yi Yang a true art, three thousand taels in banknotes, and two bottles of pills.
He was practically a little god of wealth bearing gifts.
Still, that was only because Yi Yang was strong. An ordinary Inner Qi Realm expert would have died at the man's hands long ago.